The Soul River endured forever, its tides surging. Souls from the Myriad Realms fell into it; it had been this way since before the Emperor's Fall. Great rumbles resounded throughout the heavens, and whenever a Great Sacrifice approached, this ancient road would open.
Bodies that had fallen into darkness transformed into eerie, ill-omened creatures, while their souls descended here, gathering into a vast ocean.
These powers were originally meant to be sacrificed to the Coffin Master, praying for his return and the display of his majestic strength Beyond the Sacrificial Path. This was also one of the reasons the Eerie Clan harvested the Myriad Realms.
Now that the chief sacrificer had been replaced, everything had instead benefited Lin Xian. He planted a Seed, nourishing it with Black Blood and soul light, hoping that tender shoots would bloom one day and crystalline pollen would scatter across the Myriad Realms.
"Fellow Daoist, contribute your strength."
With a turn of his palm, Lin Xian revealed a Dark Immortal Emperor imprisoned within it—the chief sacrificer himself. Gray mist coiled around him as he roared fiercely and tried to break free from his restraints. Yet one crystalline law of order after another descended, like divine chains piercing his body and drawing out the Dark Origin.
"No!"
The Dark Immortal Emperor cried out in despair. He tried to resist, but it was futile; the gap between them was simply too great.
Killing an Immortal Emperor and capturing one alive were entirely different levels of difficulty.
The former had only broken through by taking drugs. Any ordinary Immortal Emperor could kill him, and if they were willing to pay with their life, they could even consign him to eternal silence. Not even the Plateau would be able to resurrect the Dark Immortal Emperor, resulting in true mutual